“Wag more. Bark less.”
– A bumper sticker in Grafton, WI
Thursday night as we boarded our flight to leave Austin, TX, a very stressed out business traveler was berating the gate staff, the flight attendants, the pilots and three other passengers because his earlier flight had been cancelled due to a mechanical problem and he “wasn’t going to get home until midnight.”
My thoughts.
A) She didn’t break the danged plane, dude. Hush yo’ mouth. Stop yo’ barkin’!
B) It’s no one else’s fault that you brought a bag as big as Texas onto the plane only to find out it wouldn’t fit in the overhead. THERE’s a shocker, huh? The bag that would be a tight fit in the trunk of your car won’t fit in to a bin that was designed to hold a briefcase. Whodda thunk it?! You’re right, they should have told you that — oh, wait, they did, and you started barking…
C) You look as if this might not be your first rodeo. After somewhere north of 2 million miles, I’ve figured out that sometimes the planes don’t leave or arrive on time. Sometimes it snows like a b_____ in Chicago or Denver, and you get disrupted. Sometimes the crew is over hours and sometimes the beverage cart runs out of decent whiskey. And, barking, no matter how tempting it can be, HAS — NEVER — HELPED.
D) Wag more. Bark less.
I got home at 10:37, thankful for a safe flight, and for the four people sleeping soundly as I entered the house, ready for some zzzzzzz’s myself.
GMS says
I LOVE this post. It is a good lesson about not sweating the small stuff, and just being thankful for the people and things that matter most. I also wonder how many people see themselves in this? Do they recognize themselves as a “Barker” or a “Wagger”?